I notice you, I want to say. Even when no one else does, I do. I will.
Love’s selfish: it demands two people.
Perhaps that is precisely what life is: a dream and an anxiety.
Never pretend that the things you haven’t got are not worth having.
It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.
I would love to say
that you
make me
weak in the knees
but
to be quite upfront
and completely
truthful
you
make my body
forget
it has knees
at all.